Maximum Security Novel Novels & Stories

“The most dangerous place is the safest place” Maxi shrugged in response to Anthea's question. At the same time, he kept an eye on each oak barrel that was stored in the cellar. Who dares to say that this place is not safe enough to protect them. It's like him being too despised and undervalued.

"I only want the best for Riley. I want to honor Greg and Lucy. I also have several guard dogs that security will use if anyone tries to break in. In each master bedroom, yours, mind, and Riley's, there is a panic room built in." Maryanne is left speechless, "What. . ." "What's wrong," Max turns to her, his brow furrowing. "Is all of that necessary?" She ends up repeating herself. "I don't want to take any chances, especially on the days that I have to go into the city. I want to know that you guys are protected." Maryanne's heart flutters, but she pushes it down immediately. "What's that," she points to one of the smaller screens that she can't quite make out.

Some guys climbed to her room by her window. "Who are you?" She asked with fear. "None of your business. Give the secret book to us." "I won't." She said. One of them hit her and she fainted. Then they started to find the book. They find the secret book behind the photo frame. Then took it and run away.

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

In a tight, dark maze, it would be easy to ditch Travis and finally enjoy my date. Both men agreed, so I picked the scariest room available. We were blindfolded and led inside. It was pitch-black, and soon the roar of a chainsaw erupted as an NPC monster charged at us. I grabbed Caleb and bolted. We squeezed ourselves into a tiny wardrobe. It was so cramped our bodies were pressed together. The cabinet slammed from the outside, and I instinctively threw myself into his arms. He hugged me protectively. The dark space. His breath.

— “The safe… is in his office. Upstairs. It’s an old model, but extremely secure. Twelve-digit password, iris scanner, fingerprint reader. Only he has access.” I mentioned, remembering the satisfaction on Cassius’s face when he locked them away in front of me. A symbolism of my own imprisonment, which I would understand shortly afterward. — “Shit.” Thaïs murmured. — “So it’s not just about picking the lock.” — “No. But…” An idea began to form, dangerous and bold. — “Maybe we don’t need the password. Maybe we need him to open it.”

“You’re joking.” “Am I smiling?” Nico stepped closer. “Think about it. You met him the same night you took Luca out. You brought him back here. You fucked him all night, loud enough the neighbors probably filed noise complaints. You left him alone in your place for hours. You gave him access to everything—phones, computers, the goddamn security system. You think he wouldn’t sell that information to save his own skin?” I felt the heat climb up my neck. “He wouldn’t.”

Sophia’s POV The safehouse is a sleek, modern penthouse tucked away in a quiet corner of Manhattan, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The lights of New York twinkle like stars against the night, but inside, the air is thick with tension and unspoken desire. Julian closes the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the dimly lit space. My heart pounds not just from the fear of Lucas’s text, but from the way Julian’s presence fills the room, commanding and electric.

Mavric and Liora were now subtly surrounded by their own security team, trapped inside their own home, while the London rain fell harder and harder, masking the sound of approaching footsteps footsteps belonging to traitors. END OF CHAPTER 163

Hidden from view was a small cardboard box, carefully positioned to avoid detection. Ivy's gaze darted to the door, then back to the box, the pacing of her heart increasing with each passing second. Without further hesitation, she lifted the lid, revealing a stack of files and documents neatly arranged within. Her eyes scanned the contents, racing through page after page of a proposed business contract worth billions of dollars which she had never seen before. The Querétaro City Project: A massive development endeavor spanning luxury resorts, commercial complexes and residential towers.